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Excited by the scene, Jack, however, could pay little attention to the good man's discourse, and was lost in a whirl of tumultuous emotions. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. Save us!" he cried, as his glance accidentally alighted on the drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her agitation. She turned back into the hall. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. "Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street. What a heat that news had wrought. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. McClintock would be on hand to tell her how and where to obtain this freedom. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank.
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